[Boatanchors] HCI Saturday Net Live From The Pond

[Duane Fischer, W8DBF]

As always, you dudes with the non-Hallicrafters rigs be welcome too -   	
	
Was the geographically challenged human who first called the Atlantic Ocean "the
pond", blind, living proof brain transplants do not work or simply too dumb to
realize there is a difference between an ocean and a pond? Croak! Lock your
doors and don't you dare reach for the deep fryer! It's me, Frogzilla and if I
so much as imagine one of you bipedal locomotive escapee's from the gene pool
are craving frog legs, your radio antenna are going to look like so much melted
butter. Then you can dip your vintage tubes in it before crunching on a triode
or pentode! Croak! 	

	The frog pond is beautiful. Even though Summer has stunk like the three week
old garbage you forgot to take to the road for pick up, the lily pads are big
and green, the water cress is growing faster than zits on a teenager and the
pond scum looks like whipped cream with a hint of parsley for color. The Hustler
6BTV is spit polished and ready to resonate like a beer puffer in one of those
outdoor acoustic amphitheaters! Guaranteed to set off the smog alert horn if you
had a tuna on whole wheat or egg salad sandwich for lunch! It is looking good
standing there on the little island in the center of the frog pond with coils,
or is it traps?, stretched toward the ethereal blue beyond. In any event, it is
ready to rock the propagation deities knees like seeing their female mate first
thing in the morning with curlers in her hair, that stuff that looks like rancid
cake frosting on her face and pieces of paper hanging out between her teeth that
are supposed to make them more white while she sleeps! Gross! No wonder the
propagation has been so tempermental as of late! Croak! So one of you
propagation addicts write a discourse on the 'PMS' factor of the eleven year
itch, or is it the solar cycle? 	
	
I will be there live from the real pond hosting the Saturday HCI 40 meter Net on
July 26th. I have better humans to harass than you really ancient vintage vacuum
tube farts, but because the old blind dude is trying to croak on me, and if he
does, I too stop croaking!, I was forced at pencil point to do this Net or be an
ink mark destined to meet Mr. White Out. So join me and my amphibious friends at
12:30 PM EDT, (1630 UTC) for the pre-Net program where everybody brags about
what they bought at a Ham Fest for almost nothing. Complains they have no shelf
space left to put it on and wants somebody to send them a manual or schematic
for free! Then hang ten for the real deal Net at 1:00 PM EDT, (1700 UTC). The
frequency is the same as always, 7.280 Mhz lsb +/- for key clicks, mike splatter
and the sound of the deep fryer at the local Long John Slithers seafood joint
exploding and spraying that Turtle liver oil they cook in all over the employees
who are running out of the place in their stupid looking Pirate uniforms
screaming four letter words that don't even rhyme with 'fish'! End of the
amphibian sea food special plate, how does that crab ya? Croak! A real smelt
down! Croak! Who is Mike Splatter anyhow?    	
	
So warm up those Hallicrafters, if you are bright enough to find the power
switch. If not, ask any five year old in your neighborhood to read the fine
print for you! Croak! Be there, bring a friend, bring your lunch, burp the tune
to "I Wish I was In Dixie" while holding your nose, get your XYL's attention to
refill your coffee mug by hurling a 3-500zs at her! When she finds out what they
cost, you won't have a gas problem, but you may have to hire a surgeon to remove
that shoe in your rump causing severe chronic constipation! Croak! Hear you then
good buddy, 1004. OOPS! Sorry about that, forgot I wasn't cruising with that
female trucker in her eighteen wheeler through the swamps of Louisiana working
skip on the old CB rig. While I do not relish eating distant cousins for a
snack, those Cajon Crawdads soaked in homemade beer and served with that zesty
sauce that would burn the paint off a M1 Abrams Tank make that ridge running
music more palatable. Seems like every song is about being in prison, riding in
their pick up truck, getting drunk or their woman sleeping with the enemy, his
sister! Croak! But I do love that food.                         	
	
Frogzilla 	
	
The only good Toad is one flattened like a pancake hit with an eighteen wheeler
loaded with recycled Lead fishing sinkers! Hence the origin of the term, 'toad
in a hole'!